"It's not?" Chronic asked, peering from over the John Lennon glasses he had slid on, pulling out a troll head pot pipe.
  Barry stared in amazement at a familiar friend. "Where did you get that? You're a traveler. What happened?"
  "Oh, don't go all Luke Skywalker on me. I have reasons."
  "Why did you give up time traveling?" Barry asked, flipping though Chronic's photo album, Polaroids of him with famous people in time.
  "You ever notice that when you sit back and look at the face of a friend or a mostly-friend, not too close, the friend that maybe you haven't kept in touch with-this is some years after you saw them last time-jowls, potbellies, lips too thin--